There she was once again dancing in the middle of the floor waiting for the right man. He knew that she was waiting on him again. He knew that she wanted what he wanted. So he didn't even wait for the others to get shot down. No he walked right up to her and waited for her to notice.
Once again Justin found himself staring at the dance floor. The raven hair goddess once more graced the floor and he straightened his back. Even though he had been victorious where the others had failed, he still got ribbed for being the submissive to the girl on the dance floor. Orton and Cena had been the worse, going so far as to leave a leather bondage outfit in his locker room. He ignored the others as they made bets about which one was going to take her home. With a confidant air he made his way across the dance floor and took his place at her back, running his hands up her sides. She whirled on him and was about to strike until she seen who it was. A smirk curled her lips as she started to lead the dance.
With a shake of his head he took control, acting much more agressive than he had the last time. Her eyes narrowed and she tried to fight the control, but he just tightened his grip and continued to beat turned more agressive as the song changed and he dipped her low, kissing her neck when he brought her back to a vertical stance. Around him he heard the guys cat calling as they watched him basically fuck her on the dance floor. Little by little he felt her loosen up and soon she was following him blindly, her eyes glowing as he twirled her, dipped and swayed her to the beat. Once again Randy tried to butt in, but a growl from both Justin and the girl stopped in him tracks.
A circle cleared around them as the song changed again. They pulled away from one another and circled each other like fighters in the ring. Justin made the first move, grabbing her waist and pulling her hard against him. She gasped, but grabbed the back of Justin's neck and pulled him in for a kiss, biting his lips til she tasted blood. With a growl from deep in his throat he nipped back, laughing as she gasped and allowed him entry. His tongue surged into her mouth, taking possession of it like he had of her body. He could hear the gasps from those around him as he pushed her away and headed towards the exit. He turned around and looked back at her, laughing as he seen the confusion on her face.
He headed outside and waited just by the door. Like he thought she would she burst out the door and looked around wildly for him. He cleared his throat and watched with a smirk as she whirled around and stared at him, her hands on her hips. Her lips were pursed in a scowl and her eyes were glowing. He pushed away from the wall and walked over to her, grabbing her hips and pulling close. He dipped his head down until his lips lightly touched hers.
"I missed you." He whispered.
"Could've fooled me."
"I'm sorry mistress."
"You better be." She pushed him back until he collided with the wall. "For that little display in there you are going to be punished."
"Yes mistress."
Justin loved the play between them, it excited him to painful arousal. She let him off the wall and started towards her car, not one bothering to look back to see if he was following. She knew that he was and that arrogance only made Justin harder. The delights that the night promised had him on edge and as he climbed into the car he decided that he didn't give a damn what the others thoughts. As far as he was concerned they were jealous that didn't get the bragging rights of taking her home. And after tonight he could say that his streak was 2-0. They barreled off into the night and Justin grinned in the dark, sometimes being submissive was the best route.
